Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 97

Chapter 97:

Eileen rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes fixed on his alluring Adam’s apple.

The room’s silence did little to thin the air of intimacy, and after a while, Bryan’s breathing turned heavy and rough.

Noticing this, Eileen straightened her clothes, slid off his lap, and moved to sit at the other end of the sofa, clutching a book and staring down, seemingly deep in thought.

“Why did Vivian say that you’re pregnant?” Bryan broke the silence abruptly, turning his head to look straight at her.

Eileen shook her head. “I don’t know where she got that.”

Bryan’s expression showed dissatisfaction with her response, frowning. He massaged his forehead before posing another question, “Do you still want to return to Apex Group?”

This question tightened Eileen’s chest, leaving her feeling torn.

Even though Vivian was no longer at Apex Group, returning to work with Bryan would place her right back in the midst of the Warren family’s troubles.

She would once again be embroiled in their conflicts.

Yet, if she didn’t return, she would forfeit her salary, and she needed money right now.

Observing her deep in thought, Bryan let out a scoff.

He stood up, approached her, and rested his hand on the back of the sofa, leaning down to pinch her chin and forcing her to meet his gaze.

“What are you hesitating for? Everyone inside the company, even the janitors, knows you’ve slept with me. Do you still have the face to go back?”

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a hint of danger, probably still disturbed by

the case, why don’t you just fire me,

intensified suddenly, and she winced, her heart sinking

you go if

planning to find a new sugar daddy and sell herself

abruptly, and with the force

hadn’t explicitly voiced his thoughts, but Eileen

to her heart. She bit her lip, losing all

once tidy ponytail had loosened, draping over her shoulders. Strands of hair fell across

her like this, Bryan exhaled sharply, stood up, and

said, “I won’t disturb your rest any longer, Mr. Dawson. I’ll

for his response and just left the

she left, his jaw clenched in

phone rang. Raymond

asked me to check on your plans for the weekend and inquire why you haven’t returned to the

up his weekend, which

anticipated Raymond calling to

Harlan’s house tutoring his son

a thought struck him, and he promptly

found he couldn’t get through. Frustrated, he reported to Stella, “Dawson has blocked

sunlight, her eyes narrowed. “I told you to keep an eye on him, and you let him slip away. You

Clarkson’s house, claiming he’s tutoring Mr. Clarkson’s son,” Raymond

she pondered for a moment before instructing, “Continue to monitor Bryan. If he doesn’t want you to follow, follow him

departing and making a